Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Barbados and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Simply Red,
Thompson Twins,
David McCallum,
The Red Krayola,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
UT,
Ken Boothe,
John Foxx,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Easy Going,
Suicide,
Kaleidoscope,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mandrill,
Andrew Hill,
The Misunderstood,
Khruangbin,
Piero Umiliani,
Eric Dolphy,
Y Pants,
DNA,
Black Bananas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Last Poets,
Iggy Pop,
Warsaw,
Ponytail,
Jandek,
Idris Muhammad,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lou Christie,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Dave Clark Five,
Can,
Dawn Penn,
Chrome,
Pierre Henry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Animal Collective,
Connie Case,
Yellowson,
The Offenders,
PIL,
Graham Central Station,
the Normal,
The Selecter,
Harmonia,
Arab on Radar,
Dennis Brown,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sister Nancy,
The Gap Band,
Loose Ends,
Whodini,
Infiniti,
Fatback Band,
Darondo,
Chris & Cosey,
Brass Construction,
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.